The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1887-07-28
So LONDONDERRY, VT. THURSDAY JULY 2s 1887.

struck the young girls memory, and ior'
getting to answer him, she looked at
him doubtfully, while rosy blush
swept over her forehead. She half
knew him and half did not.
"Will you let me look at your carda"
he pursued, as with perfect courtesy in
his voice and manner he took the bit of
gilt and enamcllcd pastcboard, which
she had tucked away amid the roses at
her wrist.
T-I half promised this dance to
Robert" she stammcrcd, flinging quick
glance over her shoulder into the sway
ing crowd.
"Then l shall claim it," answered the
other Robert, with an audacious smile.
At that moment she recognized him as
the man at her window the night before,
and her face flashed angrily. "You
shall never dance with me-" she said,
darting away from him. ~ hate your
Robert Edbury watched her disappear
with smile on his lips, knowing too
well the girl was attracted to him.
He called on her the next day at the
farm house. He began to see that he
was very much in love with her and
must win her. Finally one evening
when he asked her to be his wife she
shook her head. 81 am pledged to
marry Robert Stoncr, my cousin, and I
dare not break it. He is now suffer-
ing from dangerous heart trouble, and
this would kill him."
"And you would sacrifice yourself fol-
him, when you know in your own heart
that you love me-"
AS they stood by the open window a
low moan came from the shrubbery, and
before either could rush out Bobert
Stoner stood in the doorway.
1t was figure never to be forgotten.
His handsome face was distorted with
either pain or anger, his pale lips trcm-
blcd, his left hand was pressed, with the
old familiar gesture, upon his heart.
'.False, false that you are!' broke at
length from his bloodless lips, as he
seized Jessie with his right hand. "You
told me you did not care for Robert Ed
bury! You told mel
A pause, a stagger, and with fright
full shiver he fell on the carpet. Robert
Edbury broke the fall partially, but was
not quick enough to quite save him from
| it.
On the floor, there as he lay, his head
raised on cushion by the hands of
Robert Edbury, he died. The medical
men said he could not, in any case, have
lived many months, if weeks, but that
the agitation had killed him.
1t was many long days after that,
when she had risen from the sick bed tc
which this shock of sudden death had
brought her, that Robert Edbury came
to say farewell to Miss Chassdane.
The interview was brief, studiedly
brief, for with the shadow of that dead
man lying between them, speech was
difficult to both.
"Good-bye!" she cried, reaching ou
to him an attenuated hand. 81 hop
you may find happiness and peace!"
"But we shall meet again." criec
Robert, eagerly. "Surely-surely-
some time in the near future may COM
to you"
"Hush" she cried, tears rolling pitc
ously down her checks. "You must no
speak of that. Roberts shadow woul,
always come between us, as he fell o.
the floor. We killed him We kille,
him." and she wrung her pale hands to
gether in strong excitement.
So he kissed her hand and said "Fare
wellw But he left a whisper behint
him.
"When the roses bloom again, rcmem
Der me-.
A year went by and no message camt
The second year he said to himself
"Surely she will send for me now!" Br
May and June crcpt by and July came
but not one word came from Jess
Chassdane. He was growing sick wit
wild and helpless despair, for he fe
how worse than uselessit would be to G
uncalled, when one day a letter cam
fluttering like white bird to his hear
"The roses are in bloom and there
one for you!"-[ New York Journal.